Just another day.

Its Friday again, last working day of the week for some. Remember the days when the only thing that kept you sane was the thought of that big fat wage packet that was shoved into your hand on a late Friday afternoon. And the thought that later on after a hurried tea and a bath you would be taking part in the age old custom of leaning on a bar trying to look cool, or displaying your latest moves on a sticky dance floor?

Those were the day’s ehh? You could keep track of your money then; you knew to within a penny where you stood. These days it’s in the bank. Out of the bank, other people have control and all behind your back. For all we know whilst we sleep there could be hoards of people utilising our money to make yet more money and sunning themselves in the south of France on the profit they make, after putting our pittance back of course. On reflection I think that is what happens, oh well easy come easy go.

No, Fridays are not the same anymore; there is no run up to the weekend for me. Just the same old drudge that makes one day run into another. My life is bereft of fiscal landmarks. I mourn not only the Friday wage packet, but also the dreadful feeling on waking up Saturday morning after a night’s shenanigans and rummaging through my pockets to find I only have four pence left, that and a lump of chewing gum wrapped in an unused condom.

Going out isn’t the same anymore, where once you could strut your stuff and play the mating game, now the best that you can hope for is a booty call from a female friend as desperate as you are. I paint a glum picture I know but its not really that bad I suppose. Trouble is though the years take their toll on the body, the mind is as agile and as gutter based as it was when bursting through puberty and ready and willing to accept any sexual challenge thrown its way.

Oh well youth is for the young, it’s a bleeding waste though they have no more idea what to do with it than I did when I was young. Life is a separation of the two most important components that make up the ideal sexual gig. On one track you have, youth, energy and strength. On the other track you have knowledge, technique and experience. Both are travelling in different directions, for a brief moment they cross each other’s path and it all comes together brilliantly. But before you know it one is behind the other and getting further away with every passing day.

Friday’s motto: Don’t waste your time looking back, because you have missed the bleeding train.